blasphemy

total boner for the sixstring samurai

im so in love with the square jaw

i gave some guy a fake number last night- i felt bad, but i showed NO interest in him, and he still asked for my #. usually that wouldn't bother me- i'm just getting sick of it. last week this creep came in acting like he wanted to to save me. here's the conversation:

he comes back inside after renting his movies and leaving.
HIM: is it difficult for you to sell pornography to these older men?
ME: not really
HIM: *mumbleing*mumbleing* ..something about needles and the bandaids on my arms... *more mumbleing*
ME: i have tattoos and i have to cover them here at work.
HIM: oh... you wanna get some coffee some time so we can talk?

bleh.... he also talked REALLY low and quiet and i had to lean in way too close to hear him.
am i being too judgmental? i don't think so. why don't cool people hit on me?